Someone’s thrown a monkey wrench
the gears no longer turn –
The smell of smoke is rising
as the belts begin to burn,
Someone’s tossed a monkey wrench
the sound is quite horrendous –
Safety glass and earmuffs
I don’t think will defend us,
Stand behind the yellow line
exit to your right –
Blame it on the second shift
they’ll all be here tonight.
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